Have you ever been prejudiced against something (or someone) entirely because of its/their name?

When I was a kid, I wouldn’t have anything to do with mushrooms. I figured that if they were any good, they wouldn’t have a name like that.

My mother never tried calling them something else, which might have worked. Instead she tried to reason with me: “How do you know you don’t like them if you’ve never tried them?” Ha. Couldn’t catch me that way.

I’m not a whole lot better as an adult (although I do love mushrooms). There are books I won’t read because I don’t like the author’s name or the name of a main character. It’s not as if I were going to run out of reading matter without them.

For years I wouldn’t shop at Smart & Final because I thought the store name was so dumb. Then, to my surprise, I found out it was named for Mr. Smart and Mr. Final, and after that it was all right to go there.

These seem like harmless prejudices to me. I don’t mind indulging a few of those where it doesn’t hurt anyone. I just usually don’t mention them out loud.

Anything like that in your scheme of things?

Tags as I wrote them: names, labels, nomenclature, prejudices, words.